What's This?

Mal shrugged. Maybe once they took the pelt back home, someone there could identify the strange creature that wasn't quite a bear. Really, the form of the creature was the only thing it had going for it in that sense -- its taste, coloring, feeding habits, and behavior were distinctively un-bearlike. But hey, at least it tasted alright, its meat even possessed a note of sweetness. Maybe it feasted entirely on those grapes that it had been eating before it attacked them.

What an incredibly dumb creature, she thought absently, to have the gall to attack them, and then refuse to flee when the tables had turned. Not bear-like at all.

After she'd eaten her fill, Mal began to clean the excess blood from her muzzle and paws. Shortly thereafter, Resin was calling it a day. Mal leapt up to her paws with a happy swish of her tail. "Ready when you are."

--exit--